Bored,

Frozen eminence as staring
Not a fret or single bearing
As I whisper while moored
Boy oh boy am I bored?

Rainbow colour entices me
Though ideas quickly flee
While again I stand in chill
Amid boredom with a quill

Jabbing at it, for it to pierce
The mood that can be fierce
Dusting boredom at my will
Clearing paths for novel frill

Nah fool, never I am bored
Copious things vastly cord
In my life so full of passion
I dress boredom into fashion

© 2008 By Janette Ihnatova Dengo

Poem published on Helium. http://www.helium.com/items/1118308-boredom-bored